Arkael stood by the Cawan Pemangsa, the dark metal cool beneath his fingertips, yet alive with a faint, pulsing warmth. The crimson light within it mirrored the unsettling rhythm of the dimensional heart Kai had described. He had felt the echo of it, a deep resonance that shook him to his core, a disturbing familiarity with the chaos it represented.
"We need more information," Arkael stated, his voice firm, though tinged with a new, deep-seated humility. "The Penjaga… they showed me glimpses, but not a clear path. I need to understand how to heal this 'heart,' how to restore the Cawan."
He looked at the Cawan, its crimson light pulsing softly. He could feel its hunger, its ancient pain, but now, beneath it all, he sensed a faint, almost imperceptible flicker of hope. It was the hope of b
